The hairpin handed the flower in his hand to the Qinghua Fairy.

Fairy Qinghua took it and looked down at the winged flower on her fingertips. This picture coincides with the scene in the secret realm of the year, but the flowers of the year have now withered, and the stunning goddess with snow-skinned flowers back then only has a trace of residual divine consciousness.

In the end, things are not people.

Hairpin looked at her and said, "It turns out that the appearance of "Qing'e Flower Stick" has such a front. ”

Cultivators, if they can create their own exercises, they are the geniuses of the sect, Qinghua Fairy has outstanding spiritual roots, and Hairpin Xing also thinks that the reason why Qinghua Fairy compiled "Qing'e Flower Stick" is to make his cultivation to a higher level. And now that I see what happened here in the past in this flower, I know that this exercise was created to miss my sweetheart from the beginning.

Fairy Qinghua's eyes moved, and the winged flower disappeared in her hand, she raised her head and said lightly: "It seems that you have comprehended a lot." ”

"I don't dare to say that I understand," Hairpin Xing put the green stick in front of him: "It's just a little emotional." ”

She said, "Fairy, let's try again." ”

The blue flower stick swung straight towards the woman in white, and the two long sticks collided together, stirring up countless smoke and dust, and even the surrounding chaos was split into a crack.

The stick method is still the same stick method, but the mood of swinging the stick is completely different from Fang Cai.

It's not that you desperately want to get stronger, and it's not that you can't wait to prove yourself to everyone. Every place where the tip of the stick is wielded is a trace of the past. Traces of each other supporting each other in the barren wilderness, traces of a thatched hut slowly being built under the stone mountain. On a rainy night, walk into the traces of warm colors, and under the winged flower tree, see the traces of illusory fireworks lit up from afar.

Kick a kick, Erlang bears the mountain, steals a step, disturbs a stick, beats a stick, pulls weeds to find a snake, splits the mountain, and the walker picks up the ......

The flower is the stick method, the tree is the stick method, and the sweet water in the bluestone jar is the stick method; The lamp is a stick, the rain is a stick, and the bald-tailed pheasant standing in the yard and pacing vigorously is also a stick.

The Qinghua Fairy back then, when he practiced the stick method in the Taiyan faction's Izuhongtai, what kind of mood did he have? When she planted the winged tree that didn't bloom in the Wandering Temple, did she ever feel a moment of confusion?

Nobody knows.

Qing'e picks up flowers, the beauty of that moment, only the painter in the thatched house understands. Over the years, the painter has long disappeared, only the old beauty hidden behind the wall, vaguely retains the momentary demeanor of the goddess.

The long stick is like a green mang, and it is like a phantom, pressing step by step. The stick wind forced the skirt of the woman in white to be like a flying cloud, and her green silk was scattered in the wind, lining her face like the moon.

Hairpin avoided the stick wind above his head, stepped forward secretly, and said in a low voice: "If "Qing'e Flower Stick" was created to remember the old people, what was the fairy thinking when he created the move? ”

A stick shadow came from behind, the hairpin star dodged sideways, spread her hands, and held the flower stick in her hand, she said: "If I were you, thinking of all the things back then, if there is nostalgia, I will definitely hope that everything will come again, with the feeling of being lost and regained." ”

She grabbed her stick in both hands and swung it straight ahead.

With a slight wave, it seems to have the momentum of thunder.

"Mirror-"

Streams of flowers poured out of the tip of the stick, turning into a mirror in the sky. The soft mirror ripples like a clear lake, gradually revealing countless figures.

The bald-tailed chicken, the overly blue sky in the secret realm, the stream that meanders out of the rocky mountains, the thatched hut always lights up in warm colors at dusk, and the rain dripping on rainy days, someone hides in the inner room, and writes down line after line of beautiful poems.

"Gu Caiyu!" The woman's voice was angry.

The man at the table had trembling hands, and he hurriedly hid the unfinished painting, and when he turned his head, his face was blurry and could not be seen really, and he could only see that the beautiful robe was neat and delicate, and the hairband was slightly flying......

The stream of flowers from the tip of the stick was like a constant memory, quickly wrapping the green stick layer by layer, and a huge pillar of light erupted in the void.

"Smack-"

The green stick broke in two and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The sea of flowers and the illusion in the mirror are all gone, and everything is calm again.

The hairpin retracted the spiritual weapon and looked at the woman in front of him: "You lost." ”

Fairy Qinghua raised her eyes to look at the hairpin.

From the emptiness at the beginning, to the complexity later, now the fairy's eyes are a little more relieved. Her voice also softened, and she said, "It turns out that the person who is destined is you." ”

The hairpin was puzzled.

Fairy Qinghua bent down, picked up the green stick broken in two from the ground, and said: "Many years ago, Senior Brother and I watched the stars at night, and after twenty years, there was a catastrophe in the world. Only those who are destined can break the catastrophe. I set out this place for you and me to meet, and I left a wisp of spiritual consciousness hidden in the painting, just waiting for someone to come and accept the inheritance, in order to survive the catastrophe. ”

Wait, that sounds so familiar. The hairpin star was excited, and was about to politely decline, but the Qinghua Fairy had already slapped her forehead with a palm.

That palm came fiercely, and the hairpin star was caught off guard, and he was slapped squarely, and he suddenly felt a torrent of spiritual tide rush into his mind. She heard the voice of Qinghua Fairy ringing in her ears: "You defeated me, and you have understood "Qing'e Flower Stick", you are destined to be destined." I am now going to pass on my life's work to you. ”

No, Hairpin Star shouted in his heart, although there is no such thing as the Qinghua Fairy Secret Realm in the original work of "The Top of the Nine Heavens", but looking at all the immortals, if someone is destined to save the world, then this person must be the protagonist.

She is not the protagonist, but she snatched the opportunity and inheritance belonging to the protagonist for no reason, and she is afraid that when she goes out of the secret realm, she will immediately add a lot of inexplicable "trouble".

She wanted to tell Qinghua Fairy well after defeating the Qinghua Fairy, who knew that this fairy was a man of action, and she didn't even give her a chance to speak, so she forcibly started the inheritance.

In a trance, countless things poured into Hairpin Star's mind, and those golden words were densely packed, imprinted into her mind from far and near. She felt as if she had become a stream, receiving the waves that were constantly surging from the sea, and it was as if she had turned into a huge furnace, and countless spiritual grasses, flowers and fruits were blooming into her boundless sea of knowledge.

Those golden words, occasionally mixed with some memories-like trivial pictures, quickly turned into smoke, and the sea of knowledge slowly filled. Hairpin Xing didn't know how deep the Qinghua Fairy's exercises and cultivation were, but at this moment, she was shocked by everything she had accepted in the sea of knowledge.